I don’t know, just some random transboy Keith headcanons
- Keith and Pidge are the best of friends cause it’s really nice having someone else who knows on some level what it’s like to be trans. Since Pidge is a transgirl and Keith a transboy they both find comfort in each other
- One time Keith’s binder broke, so he didn’t have a binder at all anymore, that being the only one he had. He felt really scared that now that he had nothing binding his chest that everyone would look at him differently. But no, everyone just went on like normal not even giving it a thought, which made him feel much better that it didn’t seem to matter to anyone
- Lance, actually being pretty good at making clothes, made Keith a brand new binder, though it did take some time and he had to take Keith’s old binder to look at how it was made. But not only did he make Keith a brand new binder he made him a few more and even fixed his old one
- Allura had found out that Keith didn’t like sleeping without his binder. Since she figured that that probably wasn’t very safe she gave him some of her workout bras(sports bras whatever haha) to sleep in. It would be safer and give him some comfort
- the slight pressure to his chest that the workout bras give Keith relaxes him and helps him sleep so much better. And it’s like way more comfortable as well
So yeah, I just have really strong feelings about Keith. I wanted to share some headcanons about him.
He came to the conclusion that waiting was the biggest waste one could do with his life.
And he had wasted a lot of his life already. Waiting.
He had waited for his father to acknowledge him, to show him he was proud of his son.
He had waited for his mother to stand up to his father, whenever he had talked her down, whenever he had treated her like less than his wife.
He had waited for his friends to come to his rescue when he had needed them most, to save him from himself.
And he had waited for the stupid prat to notice him. Really notice him. To look beyond the petty insults and his sneering.
For years Draco had been waiting.
He had waited in vain. But not anymore.
Draco was sick of waiting.
What had he even waited for? For him to come to the right conclusion, when Draco hid his true intentions so well? For him to realise what was really going on?
He probably would have to wait forever.
No. He would have to take matters into his own hands. And whyever should he not?
Yes, it was time to act.
Draco focused on the mop of black hair across the Great Hall.
He was sick of waiting.
He got up, marched over to the Gryffindor table and grabbed Potter by his robes. Without waiting for his reaction, Draco started dragging him out of his seat.
There was a yelp and shouts of protest, but Draco didn’t care.
He was so sick of waiting.
“Malfoy, what are you doing?” Potter shouted, shoving at Draco’s hands.
Draco ignored him and dragged him out of the Great Hall.
He could hear Weasley and Granger shout something at him. He heard footsteps behind him, indicating that several people were following him. Potter was still trying to get out of his grip.
Draco had wanted to find a more secluded place to do what he wanted to do next, but when the shouts behind him only got louder, he turned around and glared at them.
“You want to watch? FINE! I don’t even care anymore!”
He tightened his grip on Potter’s robes as he pulled him towards him forcefully.
Because he was so tired of waiting.
His mouth crashed with Potter’s and suddenly everything went silent.
Draco had thought it would be rougher, that Potter would try to fight him more. Apparently he was just shocked. He stiffened as Draco moved his lips against the other boy’s. He buried his hands in his hair like he had dreamed of so many times.
He had waited for this so long. This was it.
Or was it?
Draco suddenly noticed Potter moving and braced himself to be pushed away at any second. Instead, tentative fingers curled around his hips to pull him closer.
Draco was sure there were gasps and murmuring, but he didn’t hear any of it.
His whole mind, his whole body was so consumed by Potter. Potter, who was kissing him back.
Yes. This was what he had been waiting for all this time.
random quotes from Super Best Friends play Final Fantasy XV
“I want him to just pick this thing [Carbuncle] up and eat it.”
“I remember that first trailer back when I was nine. This game took 85 years to come out.”
“Noctis looks like such an asshole I can’t stand it.”
In game: Find out what Gladiolus is weak to and let him have it. Matt: “He’s weak to insults about his performance in the bedroom.”
“Prompto is the most boyband of them all.”
“When Noctis’s Papa Roach CD is done, the game is over.”
Patt: “I will rescue you buddy.” *revives Prompto* Matt: “I rescued you with my magical boy hands.” Patt: “My magical boy hands for my magical boy bands.”
“When teaming up with your buddies nobody can stop the amount of dicks you draw on each others faces.”
*seeing Ifrit in the first cutscene* Patt: “The fact that it’s a perfect naked man that will not leave his chair–” Matt: “I feel like at the end of my life that’s what I’ll be fighting. And I will fail.”
*imitating Regis* “So your boybands doing shit huh, what, you’re gonna go on tour?”
“Gladio can you please button up your shirt it’s distracting everyone.”
“Gladiolus looks like he’s from The Bouncer. In fact he might be from The Bouncer for all we know.”
“Gladiolus and Ignis look like that one guy from The Bouncer in the cactaur outfit put into two people.”
*Matt, imitating Regis again* “Remember Noctis, every moment you live is a disappointment for me.”
“And please… do something about your hair. It’s a constant embarrassment.”
*Patt, now imitating Regis* “You look like such an asshole, but, you’re my asshole.”
“It would really suck if he was doing the deed with Lunafreya, and he yells out some other dumb girls name in the Final Fantasy universe. Like ‘Oh! Yunalesca!’ and she’s like ‘Who the fuck is Yunalesca?’ ”
Matt: “Push the fucking car losers!” Patt: “Push the car, and make sure that Gladio’s butt is the one that’s really in center there.”
“Why is Prompto always on the floor?”
“Wait, I don’t wanna play as Gladiolo– Gladiyolo, god–”
*after seeing Noctis summon his weapons* “No wonder she’s getting married, she probably saw that and went ‘Yes!’ ”
*sees Ignis walk off in the background* *Matt bursts into laughter* “Ignis is just like ‘fuck it I’m out of here!’.”
“I’m seeing photos people are posting of these guys taking selfies with themselves walking around in the background.”
Patt: “I just did a backflip slash for no reason, other than I think Noctis thought it was cool.” Matt: “Well it’s because he knew Prompto was watching.”
“That should be the Logo of our channel – stop bitching, start killing.”
*Prompto starts singing the FF victory tune* “AHH!!– AH YEAH! ALL RIGHT, YOU WON ME OVER!”
*Ignis explains the Crownsguard attire* Patt: “Oh, so that’s why. They’re forced to dress boyband.” Matt: “Or forced to dress like they just raided a Hot Topic.” Patt: “It’s the law… So the King, that King? [Regis] Was like ‘everyone has to dress like this in my army’.” Matt: “Okay, you know what? Fair enough. I never realize that.” Patt: “That King is the weirdest old man in the world.”
*imitating Regis* “I want all the hot boys to dress in leather in my army.”
“Cindy, and one of these guys, I wanna help that along.”
Matt: “You know what this place [Hammerhead] needs!? It need one of those big inflatable floaty guys!” Patt: “And it should be a cactaur.” Matt: “Yeah! OH!! That makes me so excited!” Patt: “There might be in here, who knows?”
someday i’d like to break into jj abram’s house and beat him over the head with a box. then when he asks me who i am and why i’m doing this, i’ll tell him it’s a fucking mystery and then beat him over the head again for the next two years or so
I’m so sorry for any stupid errors, its 2am and my brain is mush but I can’t sleep so I sHALL WRITE
You are Bucky’s personal medicine, the only one that can calm him down. And HYDRA used you to keep him line. And she is small and fragile but when Bucky is taken to the Stark Tower he wants her so the team has to go get her from the HYRDA base. And she doesn’t talk much and gets scared and only trust Bucky and he is protective over her
Other characters featured; sam, steve, nat
Y/N - Your name
Y/L/N - Your Last Name
Warnings; talks about torture, language
Word count; 1449
‘He won’t snap out of it, Rogers,’ Natasha explained, a sigh evident in her voice. ‘Usually he comes around after a day, but it’s been nearly a week and-’
‘- You need to give him time.’ Steve interrupted, staring at his best friend behind the glass.
An ex-HYDRA agent had triggered his Winter Soldier mode on a recent mission and after much destruction and pain, they’d managed to get him into a Hulk-proof glass room. He kept coming in and out of the phase over the course of the week, sometimes Bucky and other times the Winter Soldier.
‘I wasn’t finished.’ The ginger assassin continued. ‘I was reading his files - Looking at what they used to calm him back at HYDRA.’
‘Don’t even go there. He can’t handle anymore drugs.’
‘It’s not a drug, Steve.’ Sam was now stood beside them, Bucky’s file in his hands. ‘It’s a person. Y/N Y/L/N.’
Their converation was abruptly stopped by a smashing of a metal fist against the glass - Bucky was stood in front of them, breathing heavily. He looked angry, but there was a glint of nostalgia in his eyes.
‘What did you just say?’ He spat.
‘Y/N,’ Steve said slowly. ‘You know them?’
‘Y/N,’ Bucky stepped away, muttering to himself. ‘For the first time in six days, he was calm, his words wild as he stared furiously at the floor.
‘There we go,’ Natasha grinned to herself. ‘We need Y/N.’
Bucky’s eyes snapped back up to hers at the mention of the name again.
‘We need Y/N.’ Steve nodded, repeating her words back to her. ‘But is she still there? Is she even still alive-’
‘Don’t you dare say that!’ Bucky yelled, smacking the glass again. ‘Stop talking about me like I’m not even here!’ He stopped, breathing heavily. ‘Of course she’s alive. She has to be.’
‘I’ll try, Buck. I promise.’
He grabbed Natasha and Sam by the elbows, yanking them into the office opposite to the holding room and out of earshot from Bucky. Sam was still reading the file while Natasha was peering over his shoulder.
‘She used to be good at calming him down,’ She explained. ‘HYDRA tried to separate them, they were too dependent on each other. After that, they got angry and both attempted to assassinate their guards until within each other’s presence again.’
‘That’s wild,’ Sam commented.
‘And it’s just what we need.’ Steve replied.
‘Are you suggesting we break into a HYDRA base?’ Natasha’s green eyes thinned, her ginger falling over her shoulder as she cocked her head to the side. ‘But which one?’
‘SHIELD traced the last base to somewhere on the outskirts of the city last week,’ He responded. ‘Their planning the raid to destroy, but if we can get in and out quickly and quietly without them noticing, Fury will be none the wiser.’
‘You are insane, Rogers.’ Sam huffed. ‘But I’m in.’